Chapter 108

"I'm sorry." Ling Yin apologized quickly and leaned over to look at the post.

——From the moment Wind debuted and used Ahri to create a stunning afterimage, I fell in love with this man. After that, I watched every game of his, and his Ahri gradually went from reaching the top to being forever locked in the opponent's seal frame.

But I have never understood why, among the same Ahri, with the same animation effects and the same skin, only his Ahri is the most special, elegant and bloody.

Later I discovered that it was because of the four letters "Wind" above Ahri's head. If it weren't for these four letters, and someone else's ID was used to perform the same operations as Ahri, then Ahri would no longer be the Wind God Ahri.

Why? Because of Wind's charisma. The esports world has always valued skill over skill, and skill over skill. But I want to discuss Wind's personal charisma.

He is different from other brilliant geniuses. The emergence of "Wind God" is not due to some amazing operation. The title of Wind God has quietly entered the hearts of the public.

Anyone who's been around the LPL for a long time probably knows that DL was originally popular because people loved watching the fights. Fights are highly entertaining, and winning is exciting, and losing is also exciting. So, while DL wasn't the strongest team at the time, its traffic was definitely among the best.

Until the young Wind joined.

I don't know why DL underwent a transformation. At first, everyone disliked him because he wasn't as aggressive anymore. They said he'd lost his cool, and some even used the term "beauty" as a derogatory term for him. Then, gradually, people realized he wasn't losing much anymore.

Fengshen's famous scenes aren't particularly numerous. Because he doesn't steal or show off, those unfamiliar with the game sometimes don't even realize what he's done. Instead, his teammates, especially the highest-damage AD carry, are the ones who make the most famous plays. For a long time, Fengshen was known only as the "Solo Kill King." But "Solo Kills" are only the tip of the iceberg of his genius.

I was curious again, what happened to make DL so inexplicably strong. Until Vki retired and posted a message saying "Thanks to my commander Wind".

He is the conductor.

This man with a gentle smile and few words turned out to be the team's in-game leader. After learning this, I felt like I'd fallen into a toxic trap. I couldn't help but rewatch all his games from beginning to end. I noticed something had changed about DL. Contrary to my expectations, he didn't exert much influence on his players, but everyone did their part.

I don’t know what method Wind used to make everyone more confident in being themselves.

When they won the Spring Championship for the first time, people said it was due to Vki's superb performance. When they won the MSI Championship in the second stage, people said it was due to the superb performance of all the DL members. Then they won the Summer Championship, and it went all the way to the World Championship. Only then did some people realize that it might be because of Wind.

Later, Vki retired, EKN emerged, and the once-smooth-running Devil King DL began to face setbacks. Everyone on the team suffered from illness to some degree. Wind began to correct his teammates' mistakes in the face of adversity, and DL continued to maintain its winning streak. People finally realized that Wind was the god who never made mistakes. The God of Wind truly became the God of Wind.

I felt a strange, nauseous feeling inside, as if gripped by some mysterious force, a relentless attraction. I had inexplicably fallen for this man's charm. I couldn't see him, so I could only obsessively watch his game videos over and over again. And through these videos, I discovered what it was that was drawing me in.

Arrogant.

When I realized this, no kidding, I cried my eyes out.

How could someone hide their arrogance so well with a gentle demeanor?

I always had the impression that Wind was being selfless, deliberately keeping a low profile and supporting his teammates, but it turned out that wasn't the case. On the contrary, he never hid his true colors, and was very arrogant from beginning to end. He didn't care about the outside world's expectations of him and always made decisions that he felt were right.

It completely overturned my impression of him. He is actually extremely arrogant.

This kind of personality is really annoying. Everyone likes humble people. Who would like such an arrogant and conceited personality?

But he's Wind. The thought of him being Wind makes me cry. There's no way around it; someone this arrogant is Wind. Now I have no choice but to love him.

Actually, I wasn't very happy about Dazzling joining DL for a while. His stardom was a bit too much, and public opinion had gradually abandoned Wind, praising Dazzling as the main character. Wind was only meant to be a co-lead with Dazzling. I was really, really sad, and even hated Dazzling.

I went back to watching his match replays, studiously avoiding those with Dazzling in them. I even deliberately rewatched the one where DL defeated VIN. I watched it over and over, reliving my role as the protagonist. I didn't like seeing the arrogant Fengshen give in to others, content to play a supporting role.

It wasn't until I accidentally clicked on a game with Dazzling, where Wind was the main carry. Dazzling gave him kills, and he took them as a matter of course. That's when I realized how stupid I was. Wind hadn't changed at all; he still did what he was supposed to do, and he was still as arrogant as ever.

This MSI was like a dream, Ahri was released and defeated EKN.

This Wind God is too crazy, this Syndra is too crazy.

Is he crazy?

I saw them fist-bumping after the match, and YeonBit burst into tears. He smiled gently at YeonBit, without a trace of arrogance in his eyes.

I thought I liked the humble and selfless, but later I discovered that I actually like the arrogant. I thought I liked the arrogant, but later I discovered that I just like the wind.

I was actually crying the whole time. If I could be closer to Wind one day, if one day his eyes accidentally glanced at me from somewhere, I would cry even louder.

But she must have cried very ugly and was not worthy of standing next to Wind.

——

After Ling Yin finished reading this surprisingly long article, he turned around and found that his daughter Xingxing was crying with her lips pouted. Big tears fell down her fair cheeks and she was sobbing all over.

"..." He leaned forward and kissed him, "Why are you crying, baby?"

Qu Xing turned around and lay in his arms: "I love you even more, what should I do... I like you so much - why are you so annoying that you make others like you so much..."

Ling Yin hugged him and apologized without asking any questions: "I'm sorry, baby."

"Ah——" Qu Xing hugged him and cried out: "Hate, hate, hate——I like you."

"I like you, too." Ling Yin twisted his face and kissed his rosy lips: "You cry beautifully, you are suitable to stand by my side."

"..." Qu Xing laughed: "You annoying guy who only cares about appearance."

Ling Yin readily accepted: "Yes."

"You really should let your fans see your true face." Qu Xing nudged him gently, "That way you won't make others like you so much."

Ling Yin chuckled and lifted his chin so that Qu Xing could look at him.

Her moist eyes sparkled as she met his.

Ling Yin: "Now that you've seen it, do you like me less?"

Qu Xing said: "No. He likes Wind, and I like Ling Yin."

Ling Yin stared at the stars with his eyes curved.

Qu Xing said: "I like Ling Yin whether she is cute or not, whether she is annoying or not, whether she is handsome or beautiful or not."

Ling Yin: "It seems there is no ugly option."

Qu Xing confessed, "Because I'm also a bit of a look-seeker."

"You are not annoying. There is nothing annoying about Xingxing." Ling Yin lifted his chin and kissed his collarbone.

Qu Xing moved slightly, and then he felt a hand slipping in from under his clothes. He breathed softly and pulled Ling Yin's hand out: "I haven't showered yet."

"It's okay, I'll wash it later."

Ling Yin obediently stopped stretching his hand upwards and turned in the opposite direction.

"Have you taken care of it yourself during this period?" Ling Yin asked softly.

"No..." Qu Xing moved his waist. In order to prevent Ling Yin from talking too much and making things unresolved before he took a shower, he decisively covered Ling Yin's mouth with his left hand: "You...be gentle!"

He leaned closer to the hand covering Ling Yin's mouth, breathing heavily on the back of his hand. He smiled faintly, even with a hint of charm, and said, "Why are you so mean, dear Wind God..."

Ling Yin pulled his left hand down, releasing his double-faced mouth: "...What's wrong with it?"

Qu Xing's left hand was still held by him, and he asked with a smile: "What are you doing with my hand?"

"Do the same thing as me." Ling Yin said.

"Brother." Qu Xing said through his increasingly unsteady breath, "You, as a fan, have given me a new perspective on you."

Ling Yin: "What?"

Qu Xing smiled and said, "I really didn't see the gentleness in your competition. At first glance, I thought this Wind was very crazy."

After he finished speaking, he called out softly, "Wind God."

Ling Yin: “Yeah.”

“Wind.”

"Um."

"Ling Yin."

Ling Yin smiled: "Yes."

"Ugh—" Qu Xing's waist suddenly softened, and he fell on Ling Yin. He gently placed his right hand on Ling Yin's shoulder, and his breath on his neck became increasingly hot.

Qu Xing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he could barely maintain clarity. He didn't know why, but it was as if he'd let go of a certain layer of defense. During those few hours of "normal" time with Ling Yin, filled with both joy and sorrow, he hadn't even noticed it was there. Only after he'd let it go did he feel a sense of relief. The overwhelming emotions washed over him like water, as if his muscles had been torn apart. He felt languid, and he wished he could just press his skin against Ling Yin's, limply sinking into him.

"Actually, it's pretty crazy." Qu Xing said in a low voice.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Yeah." Ling Yin let go of Qu Xing, his eyes already occupied by the alluring mist, which made Qu Xing's waist and legs ache, and he hurriedly struggled to get out of his arms.

Ling Yin calmed down for a while and took a quick shower. After that, he went to Xingxing's bedroom.

A faint sound of running water emanated from the bedroom bathroom. In the living room, there was a medium-sized cabinet, one compartment of which held a pure white ceramic ornament. Ling Yin recalled the one he had seen in the Star Base room. This one also depicted hands clasped together, but with a difference. Ling Yin remembered the one leaning slightly forward as if walking, its long hair and clothes billowing back like a strong wind. This one stood upright, dressed in a long robe, its head uncovered, only covered by a large hood. It seemed as if they were facing each other, their hood and robe billowing far forward.

Ling Yin found it strange that this somewhat religious ornament was connected to his star. It seemed unrelated, yet somehow it suited his temperament. They both possessed a certain tenacity.

He looked at the other things on the cabinet.

Xingxing doesn't seem to have any particular hobbies in collecting. Besides this ornament, the rest are just a bunch of odds and ends. There's a small, drought-resistant plant underneath, but even that's half-dead, probably because it's not always at home. The pot is still clean as new, and the shape is quite pleasing to the eye.

Ling Yin bent over and looked for a while, then stood up. His eyes fell on one of the boxes. He paused and stared at it for a long time.

A small photo.

The child in the photo had bright eyes and a natural smile, barely visible above two canine teeth—Ling Yin remembered that Xingxing only had one fang now. He seemed to be looking through the camera at something he particularly loved, unabashedly adoring. Beyond a playful, age-appropriate wit, there wasn't a trace of unnatural childishness or restraint. Even many adults couldn't convey their affection so openly through their eyes.

Ling Yin felt his entire heart gripped by the photo. For the first time, he experienced the feeling of overwhelming joy, a feeling so overwhelming that he couldn't breathe. After a long pause, he pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and he nearly dropped it. He struggled to steady his hands and carefully took the photo.

After taking the photo, I couldn't help but admire it. I wish I could engrave the eyes, nose and mouth of this little star in my mind, or go back to that time and pick me up and take me home.

An overwhelming feeling of regret washed over Ling Yin, who didn't even know what he was regretting. He simply felt it was such a shame that he hadn't known Xing Xing sooner. Such a cute little creature had been shown to others for so many years, and he hadn't even seen it once, only to see a photo of it.

He now understood what Xingxing said. If he saw it, he would definitely fall in love early, no matter how old he was. If not this kind of love, then that kind of love, love that was so strong that he couldn't help himself, and then he would grow up and get married...

After admiring it for a long time, Ling Yin suddenly heard a very light "bang" sound coming from the bathroom inside.

His smile suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly realized that the sound of water seemed to have only lasted for a moment.

Ling Yin quickly came to the bathroom door and knocked with a frown: "Xingxing?"

No response.

"Stars?" Ling Yin called out again.

Still no response.

His heart suddenly began to beat wildly, and he quickly pushed open the door. The scene inside the door instantly took his heart away. He rushed in to help the person, and when he saw that the person was still conscious, his heart, which had almost stopped, started beating again.

"What's wrong, baby?" Ling Yin asked softly.

Qu Xing had only half of his clothes off, but his body was soaking wet. He knelt helplessly on the floor, his head against the wall. Even when Ling Yin turned him over, he only raised his eyes slightly.

Meeting his gaze, Ling Yin's blood ran cold.

Godless, sad, without a trace of light.

There is even a subtle fear hidden.

Ling Yin's throat felt dry, and he called out cautiously, "...Xingxing?"